Yeah, we're gonna burn, burn, burn And we're gonna shine, shine, shine Even if it wears us out or takes us out past These county lines, we're sick of
Preklad: Brestov. Burn a topánok.
Yeah, we're gonna burn, burn, burn. And we're gonna shine, shine, shine. Even if it wears us out, or takes us out past these county lines. We're sick
